#Chapter 109: Bad Company

Ava Goddess, the last thing I wanted to do was spend more than three seconds with that awful man—and even three seconds was too much. But my years growing up and living in the werewolf world had made it nearly impossible for me to be impolite to people, especially my elders. And so, no matter how much it made the hairs raise on the back of my neck, I threw George a polite smile. “Sure,” I said. “So long as you’re paying.” I felt Chris’s arm tighten around me. Ophelia, who had gone silent and as red as a tomato, continued to look away with a clenched jaw. But George simply grinned and began leading the way to the bar. As we walked over to the bar, Chris leaned close and murmured, “You know you don’t need to be polite to him. He’s a jackass.” I shrugged. “Just because he’s a jackass doesn’t mean that I need to be one as well.” “Fair enough.” We took our seats at the bar, with Ophelia taking care to extricate herself from George’s grasp. I f